“She did not know the nature of her loneliness.”

If the truth shall kill them, let them die.

A government is the most dangerous threat to man’s rights: it holds a legal monopoly on the use of physical force against legally disarmed victims.

Don’t ever get angry at a man for stating the truth.

Politically, the goal of today’s dominant trend is statism. Philosophically, the goal is the obliteration of reason; psychologically, it is the erosion of ambition.

If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.

To say “I love you” one must know first how to say the “I”.

The difference between a welfare state and a totalitarian state is a matter of time.

Freedom comes from seeing the ignorance of your critics and discovering the emptiness of their virtue.

I never found beauty in longing for the impossible and never found the possible to be beyond my reach.

The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if only by accepting the responsibility of choice.

Don’t fool yourself, my dear. You’re much worse than a bitch. You’re a saint. Which shows why saints are dangerous and undesirable.

Man cannot survive except through his mind.

When I disagree with a rational man, I let reality be our final arbiter; if I am right, he will learn; if I am wrong, I will; one of us will win, but both will profit.

Self-sacrifice? But it is precisely the self that cannot and must not be sacrificed.

Statism is a system of institutionalized violence and perpetual civil war. Statism survives by looting; a free country survives by production.

All life is a purposeful struggle, and your only choice is the choice of a goal.

Leave my loneliness unbroken.

True artists are prophets. I don’t want to be that prophetic in that sense because it’s so lonely.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

Sometimes it is necessary to be lonely in order to prove that you are right.

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.

If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.